Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.